Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.